| I went to Staten Island.
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| To buy myself a mandolin
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| And I saw the long white dress of love
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| On a storefront mannequin
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| Big boat chuggin' back with a belly full of cars…
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| All for something lacy
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| Some girl’s going to see that dress
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| And crave that day like crazy
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| Little Indian kids on a bridge up in Canada
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| They can balance and they can climb
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| Like their fathers before them
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| They’ll walk the girders of the Manhattan skyline
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| Shine your light on me Miss Liberty
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| Because as soon as this ferry boat docks
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| I’m headed to the church
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| To play Bingo
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| Fleece me with the gamblers' flocks
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| I can keep my cool at poker
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| But I’m a fool when love’s at stake
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| Because I can’t conceal emotion
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| What I’m feeling’s always written on my face
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| There’s a gypsy down on Bleecker Street
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| I went in to see her as a kind of joke
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| And she lit a candle for my love luck
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| And eighteen bucks went up in smoke
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| Sharon, I left my man
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| At a North Dakota junction
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| And I came out to the «Big Apple"here
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| To face the dream’s malfunction
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| Love’s a repetitious danger
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| You’d think I’d be accustomed to Well, I do accept the changes
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| At least better than I used to do
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| A woman I knew just drowned herself
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| The well was deep and muddy
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| She was just shaking off futility
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| Or punishing somebody
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| My friends were calling up all day yesterday
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| All emotions and abstractions
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| It seems we all live so close to that line
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| And so far from satisfaction
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| Dora says, «Have children!»
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| Mama and Betsy say-«Find yourself a charity.»
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| Help the needy and the crippled or put some time into Ecology."
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| Well, there’s a wide wide world of noble causes
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| And lovely landscapes to discover
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| But all I really want right now
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| Is… find another lover
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| When we were kids in Maidstone, Sharon
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| I went to every wedding in that little town
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| To see the tears and the kisses
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| And the pretty lady in the white lace wedding gown
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| And walking home on the railroad tracks
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| Or swinging on the playground swing
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| Love stimulated my illusions
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| More than anything
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| And when I went skating after Golden Reggie
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| You know it was white lace I was chasing
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| Chasing dreams
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| Mama’s nylons underneath my cowgirl jeans
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| He showed me first you get the kisses
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| And then you get the tears
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| But the ceremony of the bells and lace
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| Still veils this reckless fool here
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| Now there are 29 skaters on Wolmann rink
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| Circling in singles and in pairs
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| In this vigorous anonymity
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| A blank face at the window stares and stares and stares and stares
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| And the power of reason
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| And the flowers of deep feeling
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| Seem to serve me Only to deceive me Sharon you’ve got a husband
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| And a family and a farm
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| I’ve got the apple of temptation
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| And a diamond snake around my arm
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| But you still have your music
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| And I’ve still got my eyes on the land and the sky
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| You sing for your friends and your family
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| I’ll walk green pastures by and by |